[Intro]
  Ey, ey, check it out homie
  man, you need to get up out of this spot man
  and get a job man before you get smoked man
  (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah son...)
  I know you don't wanna hear it man
  but, ey, man, wait, hold up loc. you got company man
  (where's my guns?)
    [Gunshot]
    [LL Cool J]
  When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots [rare shots]
  (swear) crack niggas cause they moms missed flips
  So black man really care about politics
  In the ninety's, our governments so slick
  I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
  they're playin' tricks on my mind
  They want a man to work with his hands
  Too young to die, and they don't give a damn
  Rare-momma got down on her knees
  But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
  I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
  you might cry to my political groove
  Rest in peace, Sauce Brothers underneath
  I love you to death while my beats' like a reef
  In the middle of the night on the city streets
  The only thing we got left is the beat
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
  All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, uh
    [LL Cool J]
  Who brings guns into the USA?
  And then makes sure that they come around the way
  Gain the points until the whole race traps
  And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops
  The projects are hell, wait a, minute
  There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
  Say the clubs, I can't get a job
  Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed
  I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
  You ever seen a man-shelter?
  Check out the bombs!!!
  Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
  They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober
  And all the ladies got bags of clothes
  They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
  The streets are like a nightmare
  While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, give it to me
  All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, uh
    [LL Cool J]
  Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
  When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
  Your rippers' man applause when he can't get a job
  He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob
  The black women don't understand
  Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
  In the mornin', a brother feels like a jerk
  Seein' black women and white men go to work
  So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
  Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
  Hold my hand while I get it all together
  They don't deserve me at times of bad weather
  Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
  And there's another way besides basketball
  Let me go, let me do what I do
  I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, give it to me
  All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me
    [LL Cool J]
  Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
  A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
  Creepin' - I'm standin' on the corner
  And you can get robbed if you wanna
  Paybacks a mother on the street
  You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
  Brothers ride by real slow
  You get leary when they got tinted windows
  Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
  I'm drinkin' Valentine, I wasn't raised up front
  My Aunt Ellie always talked about God
  Tell me you never cried cause its so hard
  Government got a hell of a plan
  But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, give it to me
  All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me
  All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
  All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
  All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me